Hello, it’s me!, (thanks Todd), GirlieOnTheEdge and this is a late night editional entry for Ivywalker’s Six Sentence Story! Since it’s so very, very late I will keep words to a minimum however I can’t help wondering: am I simply long in the tooth?
I walked into the small room, lights a little too bright, it was a bit too clinical for me. Why did I think it would be larger?
He was standing off to the side and I caught his profile, tall, dark….was that a tan in December?
Turning, he bids me welcome, disarming me with a smile too bright to be real, and asks, “how long has it been?”
Fighting an uneasiness rising in my belly, I stared him right in the eyes and said “I’m only here because it hurts, hurts so bad, I just had to see you”.
Understanding and empathy oozed from his pores as he gently guided me to the chair telling me quietly, “here, lie back and relax, I’ll be gentle…there’s never been a toothache I haven’t been able to cure”.